I took a small break around minute thirteen in search of coffee and gum. It was a complete failure of an expedition but that's besides the point.
I suppose this is what happens when I do something like take off to Israel at a moment's notice for two weeks.
I have conservatively five hundred million things to share and am still working on regaining all my brain cells after two weeks of little sleep and mass stimulation.
I still owe you my delicious delectable healthy treat for the long gone Valentine's Day.
Thus far I have three.
Halva, meet readers.
Commence love affair.
When I was little, my mother told me never to judge a book by its cover. Sadly, I can't help it, but I implore you to apply said philosophy to halva.
Don't judge it by its appearance.
It's a defense mechanism slyly devised to ensure only those 'in the know' become swift addicts.
Halva is sesame paste and honey combined with additional flavors in a most magical way.
"What could possibly be so magical about something so simple?", you may ask. Allow me to take the opportunity to reply - "Everything. Everything is so magical about something so simple".
My favorite thus far is the nut and dried fruit variety. It's crumbly and sweet and dissolves ever so perfectly.
I'll be scouring the web for recipes because even after filling up a good portion of my suitcase with treats for
As such, I typically try to avoid stimulants at all costs.
Not for my benefit, but out of courtesy to others.
However, after subsisting on sub-human levels of sleep for three days, the coffee gods came down from the heavens and bestowed upon me the life-changing powers of Turkish coffee.
It's thick and creamy and while it is incredibly strong, the bitter notes that accompany strong American coffee are entirely absent. Especially when you plop a piece of dark chocolate in the middle.
And, number three...
What amazing treats have you found outside your own region?
Stay tuned for macaroons, a battle of hummus, and hopefully, a slightly more coherent me.